Bradley Jay Phipps (December 17,1956 / Durango, Colorado)
I set sail from Adolescent Bay
on a night full of stars
that shined an existence on the past
I was choosing to forget.
Call it youth that questions, but
will not allow a thought to transform,
except in selfish endeavors of fore and aft.
On the shore of Adolescent Bay, cried
a Lady from the archaic order of the existing.
She wore black so as to be seen
in the darkness of the night
which crept slowly over her shape
as I sailed away.
She watched me sail into the druid breeze
from the sediment on the shore.
Her white face screamed a warning across
the water without sound and
my ark with sails listed
towards uncharted waters
as she watched and cried and faded
into the coast of Adolescent Bay
which lay dormant from my view
far out at sea.
Many years have passed
since I first set my sail, and
like pirates in the night of Blackbeard's
ghost, thoughts pillage and drift,
on the open waves, like moments,
which ripple and retreat
leaving very little
compared to what they took.
In a cafe near Adolescent Bay,
there was not much change
in my Ladies ' face and figure, but
raven hair, long and lovely, swept
into faces of forgotten friends.
I talked of my journey to here and there,
but my words lingered then died
like a campfire on the shore of a sunrise.
We smiled and tried to remember
our past together, but most of all
we stared at our reflections.
Hers on the window and mine on the water.
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